I created a story, about the word created today. I was a game on this website. So i was sitting thinking about how you write a story on the word created, and then it hit me, you don’t.
Katie
Once I created this character called loopty loop when I was three. Mum says it was the first indication of my creative side. I hardly remember what loopty looks like.
I created a life
My life
I don’t know where it’s going
and I don’t care to dwell on where it’s been
There is an uneasiness about the uncertainty
Usually, I wish I knew more of my future
I created a life
My life
I don’t know where it’s going
and I don’t care to dwell on where it’s been
There is an uneasiness about the uncertainty
Daily, I wish I knew more of the futre
I’d like to think I’ve created the reality I’m in. But then why did my heart get broken if only to be made whole again? You’d think I’d spare myself the pain.
Andie
created music and creation takes moments to take over. i grab the words from emotion that my brain will generate by second without need and without conscious. I take the hands of letters and bring them into words.
More than a phase.
Anything worth being created, any artistic expression at all that would deserve to exist, does not deserve to exist in a world where people will not appreciate it. Not because it lacks its own merit, but because the populous does not deserve to coexist with such purity. Creation does not deserve desecration to that level.
Alex Rodriguez
There’s some things that just come naturally. This was one of them for me. It was the easiest thing to do. I made something, created something with my own hands, my own mind. I couldn’t believe it.
Bri
When I think of created, I think of creation. I think of all the undiscovered things that, simply put, change lives. There is so much out there that we aren’t even aware of. There are so many things to come that will simply blow our minds and change the way we interact with people. There will be things that change the way we live in ways we’ve only been able to dream of. To be continued…Sa
Sarah
What have I created? This was supposed to be my legacy, what I was best known for. This was a monster, something created from the depths of hell. I despise myself for it. How could I have done this? This goes against everything I believe in, everything I am.
I created it for you. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? How the stars shine in the sky, their yellow, indigo and violet; don’t you just love the trees, how they seem to touch the sky, break through the clouds? Look at all the creatures, here to stay with you. This world is for you; thrive in it.
He says he created him a woman. Upgraded breasts, lips, butt. Half the work was God’s, half the surgeon’s, but he paid for it so he said he made her, didn’t need to find her. Half his age, better lookin’ than he ever was, she still wasn’t enough even upgraded. He left her for a woman God made, that he hadn’t tampered with, yet.
I created a love story. But it wasnt good enough. I knew he never loved me, but I created this illusion in my head that he did. Even though they said he didnt, I wanted to believe his fake words everytime he said he did. I should have been better than that.
Kelly
Created.
What have I created in my life? Nothing.
But I’ll tell you this:
“Happiness”
is hard to create.
At least, it is hard to create alone.
Good luck!
Help Me
The grass is wet underneath my feet. Poking in between my toes. I get down and roll. A grass stain is created.
The way he created the thunder and the lightning, binding sheer power between the palms of his hands, it was no wonder the mortals bent their knees and bowed their hands. A savior, a protector, their God.
she looked down at her hands, covered in paint. white and gray and robin’s egg blue. she wanted to drown her life in that pretty blue. she devoted her work the the color. she dreamed in blue tinged fogs.
brianna
It was about ten years ago when I realized that I wanted to be someone new, someone nice and created differently. I wanted to be more outgoing and I wanted to be a happier person. So that’s what I did. I am a happier person now all because I created myself differently. It’s amazing the things you can do if you set your mind to it.
danielle runyon
i have created a monster inside myself a horid pervirted foul mothed monster sad but true i am sick : ( (
I never asked for it. But I got it nonetheless. Overall, I’m pretty happy about it. Sure I could grouse about what I’ve got or haven’t got. But you know what– here I am, and it’s better than the alternative.
Adam
What he created was good luck for all he encountered. But everything must be repaid in turn, and all that followed him was bad luck,and he thrived on it.
I created music, and I am the one who also created literature. I am the greatest being who ever lived — and yet, no one created me, I am fairly certain. Or am I? Well, hell. This is going to nag at me all night. I suppose I’d better just go and get some ice cream (which I invented, btw).
Kathy
i created 2 human beings. they are strangers to me now. when they knew me, i created in them fear when i was supposed to create in them a sense of security. i miss them like muses. i wish i could undo the creation of my life
the ;earth was created in an effort to confuse the gods. it appeared, for many billions of years. that creation was simple and prosaic, so it was decided that nothing would ever exist. one day, a god named helioprad made a man without a name. this man roamed the universe for millions of years trying to think of something worth while to create, and what he came up with was light. now I can smoke a cigarette,
“Angela!” he shouted, Selma slumped in his arms. “Please, come back!”
“Why should I?” she said contemptuously, hovering above his head. “Do you still think you can boss me around?”
“I know I can’t do that,” he choked, half-laughing, “because I created you. I want you to come home.”
I had created an invention that would someday change the way that mankind looked at monkeys. Monkeys loved bananas, everyone knows that, but they don’t they don’t know the secret of my invention. I had invention bananas in a can. Once I distributed the cans to the population of monkeys, they would go crazy. Then, together we would take over the world. And my mother said I was truly evil. My name would finally be feared, but if I was a villain, she would never know I loved her. Before I did the dead I would tell her how I really, truly loved her. So, of I went, towards her house. Towards the rest of my life.
Us, the sun, the moon, all insects, all mammals, all the fish in the sea. For the mountains and valleys, simply the dip of His fingers would do. He hand-placed twinkles of light in the skies, and only He could have created this fascinating beauty.
I created someting that should not be. im ashamed of it but i made it so i must destroy it before it is released into the world. what is it you ask? its the virus that will raise the dead,(crash) and now its free!
Blackjack
The world was created by God in seven days, or so the story goes. There are other theories, too. Some believe that a ball of dust coalesced to create everything we know today. Other believe everything was sneezed out of the nose of some giant creature. I guess we’ll never know for sure.
when I finish this sentence, I will have created a small place in the site that directed me here. I have created many things in my life, mostly planned, but occasionally spontaneous as this is meant to be. I really don’t know what the remaining time is, nor do I care. I feel like this creation is beyond timing devices. Just freely flowing from my mind to this page. I’ve created and corrected some typos along the way, too! Ok, let me see now what the rest of the world has created along these lines.
I created a story, about the word created today. I was a game on this website. So i was sitting thinking about how you write a story on the word created, and then it hit me, you don’t.
Once I created this character called loopty loop when I was three. Mum says it was the first indication of my creative side. I hardly remember what loopty looks like.
I created a life
My life
I don’t know where it’s going
and I don’t care to dwell on where it’s been
There is an uneasiness about the uncertainty
Usually, I wish I knew more of my future
I created a life
My life
I don’t know where it’s going
and I don’t care to dwell on where it’s been
There is an uneasiness about the uncertainty
Daily, I wish I knew more of the futre
The benevolent King God created the world, filled it with life, love and potential.
He then stepped on it, and decided to lower his ambitions next time.
I’d like to think I’ve created the reality I’m in. But then why did my heart get broken if only to be made whole again? You’d think I’d spare myself the pain.
created music and creation takes moments to take over. i grab the words from emotion that my brain will generate by second without need and without conscious. I take the hands of letters and bring them into words.
More than a phase.
the opposite of war isn’t peace;
it’s creation
a beginning
i’ve created a train wreck
within my heart, and i don’t think i have
the guts to clean it up
Anything worth being created, any artistic expression at all that would deserve to exist, does not deserve to exist in a world where people will not appreciate it. Not because it lacks its own merit, but because the populous does not deserve to coexist with such purity. Creation does not deserve desecration to that level.
There’s some things that just come naturally. This was one of them for me. It was the easiest thing to do. I made something, created something with my own hands, my own mind. I couldn’t believe it.
When I think of created, I think of creation. I think of all the undiscovered things that, simply put, change lives. There is so much out there that we aren’t even aware of. There are so many things to come that will simply blow our minds and change the way we interact with people. There will be things that change the way we live in ways we’ve only been able to dream of. To be continued…Sa
What have I created? This was supposed to be my legacy, what I was best known for. This was a monster, something created from the depths of hell. I despise myself for it. How could I have done this? This goes against everything I believe in, everything I am.
I had a child.
I created it for you. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? How the stars shine in the sky, their yellow, indigo and violet; don’t you just love the trees, how they seem to touch the sky, break through the clouds? Look at all the creatures, here to stay with you. This world is for you; thrive in it.
It wasn’t what he had destroyed that caused the most concern. As they all looked upon the outline of what was to become they felt shame and wonder
I have created this
A haiku sort of poem
out of a few words
I wonder how many people do this?
He says he created him a woman. Upgraded breasts, lips, butt. Half the work was God’s, half the surgeon’s, but he paid for it so he said he made her, didn’t need to find her. Half his age, better lookin’ than he ever was, she still wasn’t enough even upgraded. He left her for a woman God made, that he hadn’t tampered with, yet.
I created a love story. But it wasnt good enough. I knew he never loved me, but I created this illusion in my head that he did. Even though they said he didnt, I wanted to believe his fake words everytime he said he did. I should have been better than that.
Created.
What have I created in my life? Nothing.
But I’ll tell you this:
“Happiness”
is hard to create.
At least, it is hard to create alone.
Good luck!
The grass is wet underneath my feet. Poking in between my toes. I get down and roll. A grass stain is created.
The way he created the thunder and the lightning, binding sheer power between the palms of his hands, it was no wonder the mortals bent their knees and bowed their hands. A savior, a protector, their God.
she looked down at her hands, covered in paint. white and gray and robin’s egg blue. she wanted to drown her life in that pretty blue. she devoted her work the the color. she dreamed in blue tinged fogs.
It was about ten years ago when I realized that I wanted to be someone new, someone nice and created differently. I wanted to be more outgoing and I wanted to be a happier person. So that’s what I did. I am a happier person now all because I created myself differently. It’s amazing the things you can do if you set your mind to it.
i have created a monster inside myself a horid pervirted foul mothed monster sad but true i am sick : ( (
I never asked for it. But I got it nonetheless. Overall, I’m pretty happy about it. Sure I could grouse about what I’ve got or haven’t got. But you know what– here I am, and it’s better than the alternative.
What he created was good luck for all he encountered. But everything must be repaid in turn, and all that followed him was bad luck,and he thrived on it.
I created music, and I am the one who also created literature. I am the greatest being who ever lived — and yet, no one created me, I am fairly certain. Or am I? Well, hell. This is going to nag at me all night. I suppose I’d better just go and get some ice cream (which I invented, btw).
i created 2 human beings. they are strangers to me now. when they knew me, i created in them fear when i was supposed to create in them a sense of security. i miss them like muses. i wish i could undo the creation of my life
i am here bacause you made me, i am alive because you never left,i am leanring so i can grow, and i am smiling because you taught me how
God created the Earth and all of it’s creatures. So then he created love. And how could the love be wrong? Just because it’s between to women.
the ;earth was created in an effort to confuse the gods. it appeared, for many billions of years. that creation was simple and prosaic, so it was decided that nothing would ever exist. one day, a god named helioprad made a man without a name. this man roamed the universe for millions of years trying to think of something worth while to create, and what he came up with was light. now I can smoke a cigarette,
Molecules and parts of DNA. And atoms, little fibers: that’s what I’m made of. And love, and jealousy, and inspiration, and hope.
modified
manifested
made
create
make
produce
generate
born
earth
small
big
growth
“Angela!” he shouted, Selma slumped in his arms. “Please, come back!”
“Why should I?” she said contemptuously, hovering above his head. “Do you still think you can boss me around?”
“I know I can’t do that,” he choked, half-laughing, “because I created you. I want you to come home.”
I had created an invention that would someday change the way that mankind looked at monkeys. Monkeys loved bananas, everyone knows that, but they don’t they don’t know the secret of my invention. I had invention bananas in a can. Once I distributed the cans to the population of monkeys, they would go crazy. Then, together we would take over the world. And my mother said I was truly evil. My name would finally be feared, but if I was a villain, she would never know I loved her. Before I did the dead I would tell her how I really, truly loved her. So, of I went, towards her house. Towards the rest of my life.
I created the cuts
I made the marks
Don’t shake your head and tut
You’re the one who threw the vocal darts
Us, the sun, the moon, all insects, all mammals, all the fish in the sea. For the mountains and valleys, simply the dip of His fingers would do. He hand-placed twinkles of light in the skies, and only He could have created this fascinating beauty.
I created someting that should not be. im ashamed of it but i made it so i must destroy it before it is released into the world. what is it you ask? its the virus that will raise the dead,(crash) and now its free!
The world was created by God in seven days, or so the story goes. There are other theories, too. Some believe that a ball of dust coalesced to create everything we know today. Other believe everything was sneezed out of the nose of some giant creature. I guess we’ll never know for sure.
She looked at him
and saw all they created
together
held closely in
his arms.
when I finish this sentence, I will have created a small place in the site that directed me here. I have created many things in my life, mostly planned, but occasionally spontaneous as this is meant to be. I really don’t know what the remaining time is, nor do I care. I feel like this creation is beyond timing devices. Just freely flowing from my mind to this page. I’ve created and corrected some typos along the way, too! Ok, let me see now what the rest of the world has created along these lines.